Warhol, oh Warhol

Art.

Sighs.

That's Andy Warhol for you. The artist that created the colorful Marilyn Monroe and Mao. So I had a crush on him while studying about him (Okay fine, he's gay and dead. rah) What a way. But then again, it seems like most of the guys that I fall for are all...not very right - as stated in one of my entries back then. Now, it's like, he's gay, *ouch. Oh, and he's convieniently dead too *double ouch. Yes Lisa, I got it. LOL. He's dead. (: His photobooth pictures reminds me that I should be doing something like that too, soon.

Some of the art girls and I were discussing that if we were to marry Piet Mondrian.... everything's gonna be squares and rectangles and red and blue and yellow. HAHA. I'll die. I really will die. And Deb says Warhol is too cool for me. Edward Hopper's then for me. Sighs, the emotional guy who paints the empty and solitary side of mankind. HMMM.. Nighthawk- one of my favourite pieces. (:

Okay. The only reason why am I blabbering nonstop right now is because:

1. I have not completed my art homework. (DEEPSHIT I TELLYOU)

2. I have Art camp tmr.

Tmr's art camp would probably be the first camp that I'll be going to that doesn't have PT in the morning. I don't know whether to be thankful anot because I think I might run in the morning. But then again, I think I might not even sleep on the night before. OMGAHH. Much less run the next morning. I might be closing my eyes while running the length of the track and trip and fall glamorously all over again. I think the NIKE race has got me into running. Let's all fall in love with running.

To think about it, I would never have joined some 10km race if it wasnt for touch rugby. If I didn't join any sports CCA, there you go, I'll be as fat as the doorway. - Not that I'm any thinner, but still, you know, sighs. But I hated running all the while. I liked Canoeing though, HHEHEEHEHEH. I don't liek the capsizing part only. SO retarded. The drill is meant to leave you speechless. UNDERWATER AND SLAP THE BOAT 3 TIMES THANKS!

I'm reluctant to go for the art camp tmr. I think I'm not bringing my sleeping bag. We're gonna sleep in the fusion house and it's gonna be cold like mad.

we were meant to live for so much more

but we lost ourselves.